we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
I know, but I couldn't help myself. Remi agrees once his lips are gone, replaced again by a beak. Doing as he's told this time, the hawk spreads his wings and flaps them, giving himself a boost up onto Ronin's shoulder. Spinning rather awkwardly in place, Remi presses his beak against the upper curve of his husband's ear and trills sweetly.
Given how much blue and green is around here...it might be nice for the inside to be a different colour. Maybe something like...the colour of rust, or clay. He suggests, keeping one wing fanned out behind Ronin's head and the other stretched past his shoulder to aid with balance as the Huntsman stood.
I suppose I could always catch us something for lunch, if you are going to be putting our kitchen together. That would be only fair. Quite certain he could find some rabbits or even hover long enough to spy a few salmon in the streams, it would mean leaving Ronin, but it would also mean lunch.
Did Maeve ever mention what she needed your feather for?
Given how much blue and green is around here...it might be nice for the inside to be a different colour. Maybe something like...the colour of rust, or clay. He suggests, keeping one wing fanned out behind Ronin's head and the other stretched past his shoulder to aid with balance as the Huntsman stood.
I suppose I could always catch us something for lunch, if you are going to be putting our kitchen together. That would be only fair. Quite certain he could find some rabbits or even hover long enough to spy a few salmon in the streams, it would mean leaving Ronin, but it would also mean lunch.
Did Maeve ever mention what she needed your feather for?
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
